A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born

the one who picked the name for his

was a simple building with windows that had a Light green

cup of hot cocoa in

room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery

His thin stature made the hospital gown

had almost

had lived two months

with a glass of water and medicine in

medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

nose twitched when he

broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always

favorite food,”

response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask

heard this, he began to

stopped and shook

it was better if he never called her

better not call her,”

give

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

medicines from him and swallowed them without a

bed, and a nurse came in to help put

done, Mark looked sideways at

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

doctor had almost given up

Mark was still alive. He had lived two

behind him with a glass of water and

medicine,” Peter

seemed like he had

murmured,

when he

of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

her favorite food,”

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The

he began to fumble in his pocket

then, he stopped and

seemed it was better if he

call her,” he said to

have to give Cecilia too much

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

the medicines from him and swallowed them

the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on

done, Mark

phone got weaker

This time, he had a dream

Alexis. He

behavior was much like that

while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught

Cecilia in

his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

this point, Mark woke

hospital room were white, just like the snowy environment

gently closed

he needed

he felt cold all over his body.

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin pies by

nurse

return home.

cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which

he couldn’t change anything

give up as

still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

stay strong

it difficult to go

started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin liked

Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a blink of

wanted to go there because he missed

fingers trembled as he

Peter came back

had run into a snowstorm on

pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said

planes Mark had been making and he

neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled at

some of your pumpkin

only actually took a

was not more than

in his mouth, he put down

eyes and looked

really want to go back home and have a

Angela’s Library

you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark was somehow

it, Mark’s phone rang. It

it was around 4

somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a low

broke into

boy,” he

It was an international call,

voice sounded a little

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia.

a girl that had

phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for

Waylen said,

Mark closed his eyes.

a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter what, I

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

much in the first half of his life. He

Mark sniffed and put

duration of the call, he never even dared to ask

standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been named

happy to hear this and he

great,” he said with

the first day of the new

agreement and began to stroke one of

really wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and

Angela’s Library

a glance would be

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